hello again, are we the same?
a world apart but we'll pretend
when boredom pulls us out and on.
the thick of winter
can dilute the soul.
would you care to hear the tale?
tell victory to tragedy
so that she might some day
brave the storm.
years ago i knew a girl
who did not need love.
she had all the answers
all the fear in the world
now i know a girl
all the fear in the world
of course...
but she doesn't know that she knows nothing
and i hate her for it